P O E T I C
P O I E S I S
Mektub is written in the Sea Mektub: (arabic) "it was written" / providence
I was, I am, and still am here to last.
Sea is my name
And am anything, but lame.
See, in the beginning I was alone,
And one day I will wash thy bone.
You are the Salt of the #Earth.
Like tears of my rain,
You came through my blue blue vein.
From #Oceans with pain,
Who is to blame for inhumane fame?
My flame is not to tame.
Countless Caïns sold and tainted me
To reign over my fainting blue blue body.
In vain, it's insane, like a never stopping train.
Come'n make peace'n play with me,
I am your healing Sea.
Seasoul Resurrection - Poetic street art series
Mediterranean Nights, villa solitude, cap d'ail Dec 22nd two thousand fifteen AD
"We're only guests here..
Trespassing beyond physical
boundaries, as souls, reflecting
relevant truths about the
universal puzzle of our Unity."
J e a n n e R i c k e t t s
Jeanne Ricketts - 2010 - Heart to h'Art into the new world - Watercalours and graphite on canson paper
Jeanne Ricketts - Flower Power Pool 2008 private commission 10 x 5 m Mixed media in pool
the spectrum of reality into
a mixed media language
tragedy & poetry."
J e a n n e R i c k e t t s 2002 - 2020
ART IS A COMMITMENT
TO SAVE US FROM IGNORANCE,
THE WORLD OF PARADOX. "
Jeanne Ricketts 2016
Your colorful vessel
is life's trace in a World
of transient things.
As we create our realities,
let us find back home.
Jeanne Ricketts 2012
Jeanne Ricketts - Human Labyrinth 1993, Etching n°1 of 2
Sphere of Mercy
The real measure of how much you're worth
is how much you woulD be worth if you lost all your money. _
Jeanne Ricketts 'merging souls' - oil & charcoal before cutting into my canvas
It's freedom itself
Driving you through pain,
In consciously welcoming mistakes
Since trust is choosing
future scars forgivingly
For providence to fall into place,
Mysteries to unfold,
Serendipity to takes over. . .
Mediterranean nights, twentieth of february two thousand and sixteen on the shores of some beach. (Photo JR, Tango nights'13 - South of France
"The eye of the soul catches sequences of eternity, in the present moment."
J e a n n e R I c k e t t s